Ernestine Northover

Twilight Hours - Poem by Ernestine Northover

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Shadows creep stealthily across the lawn, Whilst night, unruffled, defies the dawn, And the moon released from day's embrace, Smiling, wakes up and shows his faceTo this mystic world of the twilight hours, When all our inherent courage cowers, And the ghostly darkness closes in, With haunting sounds of unknown origin, As each creature ventures out, scurrying, And time ticks along, but never hurrying, It's then, when all strange murmurings fade away, That the moon, returns to the embrace of the hours of day.

Comments about Twilight Hours by Ernestine Northover

Ernestine,
This is a lovely poem about something I love, a time when just for a magical moment things seem to stand still, and quiet, letting you savour the essence of life. Thankyou
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